Thursday, 14 February 2013

Ode to the 14th



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Ode
by József Attila

(By-Song.)
(The train is taking me, I am going
perhaps I may even find you today.
My burning face may then cool down,
and perhaps you will softly say:

The water is running, take a bath.
Here is a towel for you to dry.
The meat is cooking appease your hunger,
this is your bed, where I lie.)

Translated by Thomas Kabdebo


(Mellékdal)
(Visz a vonat, megyek utánad,
talán ma még meg is talállak,
talán kihűl e lángoló arc,
talán csendesen meg is szólalsz:

Csobog a langyos víz, fürödj meg!
Ime a kendő, törülközz meg!
Sül a hús, enyhítse étvágyad!
Ahol én fekszem, az az ágyad.)

surce: we heart it



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